[FenrisQueen]

I'll give you karma, tea.

So, anyone else have those high-society, caribbean traipsing upper crust stiff necked relatives? I do. My grandparents. Since I was little, they have tried to mold me to become the ideal granddaughter. Dancing Lessons, Cotillon, You name it, they've tried to put me through it. Thus you see before you the well adjusted individual I am today.
So, I'm getting older. My birthday is coming up, and my esteemed relatives are worried that I am not mixing with the right people. They believe it is time that I should start looking for a "prospective match" No lie. They actually said this. And when my mother let it slip that I am single as of two weeks ago, they SET ME UP. On a date . With a friend of theirs' son.
Behold the mighty Jacob. Complete with a "gods gift to women complex" and requisite sweater vest.

This is what I get for telling them I was a lesbian. (which, after polo boy, might not be such a half-truth)